Everblasting Struggle
(<em>Instrumental</em>) (...)
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 22, 2026
And when I am in Khert-Neter They shall merge my body and soul But first I must hail thee, god Pehreri Who duellest in the great God Sun My soul may come to me, from any place where it may be I shall not lie dead amongst those who lie down on the land Wherein lost bodies and souls desperately give their hands Osiris Ani, whose word is the truth, evokes you Gods who tow along the boat of the lord of a million years May his Ba-Soul not perish nor be destroyed For ever and ever, and take up his Spirit-Body Hail thee, god Aniu Hail thee, god Pehreri Let my soul be brought unto me from any place wherein it may be Let me hold possession of my Ba-Soul and my Spirit-Body Let them see each other, and dance together as one
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Frigg: Balder my son, a mistake I made. I gave Loki the name of the tree he needs: Mistletoe! It spears you to the grave. Oh, what have I done to you, Good Seed? What have I done, Balder? (Aeons ago) Balder: A bad omen I foresee, in all my dreams Quite disturbing they are, and quite real But things are not what they always seem Are those true, Aesir? The ones I really feel? Loki: I'm jealous, so what? He has everything I don't! Make him suffer then kill him, is all I want. Secretly I must act and not be seen! - Hord, show them honour, throw this twig at him! (Balder falls) Hel: For Balder's return, everyone must weep. Everyone! And all had wept so deep, All but Thokk: The sentence of Balder's Sleep. Oh, Ragnarok is near, the world's demise With Balder, a new world shall arise
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
From the dungeons of my heart Dungeons of my pride I remind Fimbulvetr The three Winters rise. Wolf Skoll will eat the Sun Sowed were the seeds of curse In the dawn of Time Battle of Ragnarok has just begun Between Loki and Aesir Darkness in my own world And twin Hati will devour the Moon Stars will vanish from the burning sky The beginning of the end. Gods will burn and die Reborn from dark ashes They arise. Chaos shakes this world. From the dungeons of my heart Dungeons of my pride I remember God Oden Swallowed by Fenrir Sowed were the seeds of curse In the dawn of Time A new idyllic world has just arisen From the deep seas to the endless skies.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Seth, you traitor, look at my eyes I challenge you for a cruel fight By killing Osiris you hurt my pride Setekh, Setesh or Seti, you deserve to die Seth, you traitor, Anubis you'll see For you he awaits, for your verdict Your dead heart, heavy it will be Setekh, Setesh or Seti, Ammit will eat Your death is near — I cannot wait For all the pleasures I will take Seth and Horus, forever they fight Horus is winning, but not for a long time Killing each other, none shall ever die Seth, you traitor, your heart will be mine.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I'm completed just in there Where the trees dance overhead Harsh cold places I call for Epping Forest is the lair of my soul. Wizards and witches get in there They arrive from everywhere In search of that awful tower Titillation tower is a place full of dark power Beware when you travel through Epping Forest, the place you dream of too Dybbuks await you They seek new souls Dybbuks possess those souls are not at rest yet Enter the forest through the fifth element I believe my time has come I can't get out of my home Fallen ritualist, i needed a cult To remove this dybbuk
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Once upon in a cave He had to feel the pain Inflicted upon his victims And Hrothgar Grendel, Devouring Souls The arm, he caught That arm, he unscrewed Of fury and bitterness, he howls Kill the inner pain Cutting with a knife, his bowels Shredding unto his brains Grendel floats in utter madness And Beowulf, praise with his bloody horn Pray for Death, die for that praise Kill the pain that still remains
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The Sphinx had been sent To the kingdom of Thebes, to curse With lion body, dragon wings A woman's face and breasts Frightening monster in the altar of madness watches The pathway to Thebes, testing all grieved souls The riddle they request the one that mortals must divine And should they fail she would lift and quarter them The royal animal, with claws seizes her victims Pulling them up to their feet, the mutilated bodies The stench of death infects the deceivers A burning slaughter she desires, with no regrets Oedipus got it right The riddle was unveiled, Oedipus was to blame The sphinx committed suicide off the cliffs she threw herself.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026